More Than Just Good Food

As I sit here in the warm, dry comfort of our home, the mingling smells of cooking turkey, ham, dressing, rolls, Jefferson Davis and pumpkin pies lifts my soul and takes me back to my sixty some-odd Thanksgivings of yesterday. I think of all the faces, the conversations and laughter that were a part of my past Thanksgivings, and just for a moment a lump grows in my throat, quickly replaced by a misty smile. Then I realize all the characters will still sit at our table it's just that the names have changed. Instead of just being Terry, I will also be Poppy, Dad and a host of other titles given to those of us given the privilege of living long enough.  It's good to be here, isn't it? Happy Thanksgiving!